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Metamorphosis to Mayhem: A Transformation Tale of a Boy into Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 10 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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Note: This is a sequence of transformation, not a full-fledged story. Here we have our main character, a ten-year-old boy. He's living an ordinary life filled with school, friends, and video games. One day, he watches the Hazbin Hotel series and everything starts to change. As the TV screen reflected in his hazel eyes, the boy could swear the characters were becoming more vivid, more lifelike. Suddenly, the room flickered and distorted. The quaint setting of his comfortable living room started to warp and darken. The pleasant aroma of freshly baked cookies from the kitchen turned into a sultry scent of dust, sulfur, and mild decay. Before his terrified eyes, his once familiar world seemed to peel away and in its stead, appeared the foul, grimy charm of the cityscape of Hell in Hazbin Hotel. His comfortable height of 4'5" abruptly started to stretch upwards. His clothes, which were made for a small boy, strained against his rapidly maturing body, buttons flying off his shirt as his chest expanded. “He's...he's growing," his mother cried over the phone, but her voice was soon drowned out by an ominous low growl, replacing her words with the chatter of demons and sirens blaring the ominous chorus of the underworld city. His mind reeled in shock, his memories of a summer vacation, school friends, and family outings, began to fade away as if they were pictures being consumed by fire. He clung desperately to these fragments of his past, but they slipped through his grasp replaced by vivid replays of Angel Dust's memories. "No! I am not him! I am..." but his name was lost. His own name escaped his mind, replaced by 'Angel', making him reach into the remaining shards of his former consciousness in vain. As his shape still grows to a towering 8 feet, his body softened and rounded, a masculine yet almost feminine silhouette took shape. His once flat chest now was now mounded with fur, being pushed up by his increasingly tight blazer jacket. His school uniform was nowhere to be found replaced by Angel's distinct attire. Pink striped blazer, red-grey miniskirt, thigh-high boots, a sharp bow tie, and a threatning choker adorned his changing form. His skin began to crawl, hair sprouting across his lengthening body. Gleaming sharper, pointed teeth replaced his childlike teeth. A golden fang appeared next - an identity he didn't want but couldn't refuse. His hands multiplied into four and even six at times, and with a close look, a smaller set of eyes appeared under his now cerise-pink irises. The boy tried to scream, choking on sobs as his world transformed into a living nightmare, but out came a suave, brazen voice with a New York accent. It spoke words he never knew, dropping f-bombs with such ease it was as if he had done it all his life. His thoughts increasingly filled with things he never considered before: drugs, pranks, and Italian food. There was a strong affinity for the color pink, a hatred for reading scripts and memorizing them, and unexplainable loathing for Valentino, someone he didn't know but recognized from his substituted memories. The boy-who-was-no-longer-a-boy stood there in the grimy streets of hell appeared to everyone as Angel Anthony Dust. Despite his internal strife and unfamiliar new world, his posture screamed confidence. In the end, the boy was erased completely, replaced by Angel Dust, the silver-tongued, quick-witted sinner demon. And though his heart throbbed with longing, he could no longer remember what it was for. As far as he knew then, he had always been Angel Dust, the flamboyant resident of Hazbin Hotel.

Answered by gpt-4

Dec. 31, 2023, 6:35 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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